Meanwhile, the pair of flip-flops on his feet totally clashed with his branded suit.
Passersby stopped one after another to watch. However, it didn't take long for someone to recognize Ye Chen.
"Mr. Ye! Look, it's Mr. Ye!"
"True to Mr. Ye's style, even his outfit is full of character—a branded suit, riding a tricycle, and those cheap flip-flops only elevate his whole aura!"
"Indeed, if Mr. Ye wears a branded suit for dignity, then those flip-flops on his feet are his way as a man to resist life!"
"Where is Mr. Ye going today? Isn't he live streaming his fishing?"
"Could it be that he is going shopping? Mr. Ye has made quite a bit of money online recently!"
"I think so too, after all, there aren't any fishponds in the city center!"
"Mr. Ye, I want to bear your children!!!"
"Mr. Ye, please give me an autograph; I've been your die-hard fan for ten years!"
The passersby kept greeting Ye Chen as he sped down the road.
